I did not have many good memories with Dorothy. We did not see eye to eye on many things, and we were butting heads over what was correct or better to do.

When I look back, I do not look at her in anger or malice.

Instead, I see us as two children who did not know any better, and had we known better, we could have been kinder to each other, and more importantly, to ourselves.

Even then, I can look at the things that angered and annoyed me and find some beauty in it: that she meant well, even if it was not always the best way of expressing it. It is like the artist who makes mistakes with her brush before she becomes renown for her beautiful work, and what we didn't know then, we learned from these conflicts with each other.

I did not know her wounds, and she did not know mine.

She thought she could solve many problems, but often things don't work out the way that we expect.

I hope she found more peace in the years after we parted ways, for I found peace with myself and with her, knowing that we all have wounds that we don't know and others don't know about either.

The wound that remains is the empty space in the universe without her.

May your release from life bring you the peace, clarity, and joy you and all of us deserve.

Thank you for your time on this earth, Dorothy.